Ariana’s POV.
The mirror almost made me blush at my own reflection.
The silky red nightdress clung to me like it had been made for this very moment, the thin straps sliding against my shoulders, the fabric soft and daringly sheer. I could feel my own heart racing as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, smoothing the trembling in my hands. It wasn’t just the color that made it bold — it was what it meant. Tonight wasn’t just about passion. Tonight was the first time I’d walk into Roman’s arms not as his secret, not as his step-sister, not as the girl he stole moments with in the shadows.
Tonight, I was his wife.
The word itself sent a shiver down my spine. His wife. Roman’s wife.
I breathed out slowly, clutching the edge of the nightdress as I walked toward the bedroom. The apartme
